Interracial Erotic Stories

Tom was in agony, his cock throbbing with pain from the sight of his wife being gang-fucked. She seemed to be in state of almost constant climax, screaming and cursing and sobbing with joy. "Someone put a cock in my mouth," she groaned. Within moments, her wish was granted by Manuel, the fat Hispanic. She slurped and sucked noisily on his thick cock, her eyes closed in bliss. The men fucking her began coming, their shouts blending with the sound of her sucking and her own grunts of climax. In moments, the man in her mouth was coming too. Amy swallowed as fast as she could, but some of the come dribbled down her chin. When the three men were done with her, three more took their place, fucking Amy in the ass, mouth and cunt, riding her hard through another set of writhing screaming climaxes. Then she was thrown face down over a table and sodomized brutally while another man fucked her mouth. Then they freed her hands, but only so she could kneel in the circle and service the men with her mouth and hands again. After that they spread eagled her on the bar and took turns fucking her mouth and cunt. All the while, Tanya continued to torment Tom, stroking his cock to the point of orgasm, but refusing to let him come. He begged. He pleaded. He cursed her. He promised her anything if he could just come. She just smiled and shook her head. The men laughed and jeered at him, telling him that a little dick like that didn't deserve to come. Then they went back to fucking his wife. Finally, all of the men had fucked her several times. She lay half conscious on the bar like a broken doll, her legs spread. Tom could see the come leaking out of her well-used cunt and ass, puddling beneath her on the bar. Dupree sauntered over to him, clutching a fat wad of bills in one big hand. "Yep," he said with satisfaction, "Yo' wife is a good little moneymaker, Tommy Boy." Tom gritted his teeth. He wasn't going to give Dupree the satisfaction of a reply. It was hard for him to maintain his dignity however, with his cock sticking straight out exposed in front of him. Tanya knelt beside him again and placed a hand on his thigh. "Poor Tommy," she said. "I think he's been punished enough, don't you Daddy?" "Yeah," Dupree said grudgingly. "I reckon you can let him get off now." Tom looked at Tanya, his eyes filled with frustrated agony. "Please," he whispered. "Please. He said you could get me off. Please." "Me?" Tanya said with exaggerated outrage. "I'm not making that pathetic little prick come! I only fuck real men, Tommy." She stood up and clapped her hands. "Amy!" she barked. "You have another customer!" Amy sat up slowly. Tom could see her face streaked with a mixture of come, sweat and tears. Her heavy mascara was streaked around her eyes like the mask of a raccoon. Tom looked in her eyes and saw nothing there. She looked like a zombie, her mind totally broken by the degradation to which she had just been subjected. She climbed off the bar and walked over slowly to where Tom sat cuffed to the chair. "On your knees, bitch," Tanya ordered, and Amy knelt obediently. Her eyes showed no recognition that she was kneeling before her husband. He was just another cock for her to service. " Hol' on a second," Dupree said. "I said he could get off. I din't say he could get off for free." Tom closed his eyes. "Just tell me," he whimpered. "Tell me what you want." "How `bout that Beemer of yours?" Dupree said. "Only seems fair. It was bought with my money." Tom shook his head no, but Tanya was there whispering in his ear. "Come on, Tommy," she said, "I know how bad you want to get off. And you know how good she can suck, now that she's been broken in properly. Imagine that warm, wet mouth wrapped around you, taking you in all the way..." "Okay," Tom said. "Okay...take it, I don't care..." he opened his eyes to see Dupree standing in front of him with an official looking document on a clipboard. . It was the title certificate for the BMW. Tanya freed his hand and handed him a pen. Tears of shame spilling down his face, Tom signed his car away. Amy continued to kneel on the floor her head down, her eyes unseeing. When he was done, Dupree took the clipboard. "Okay bitch," he said to Amy. "Suck." Tom leaned back in the chair as Amy leaned forward and plunged her mouth down over his cock, taking him to the root in one swallow. After Tanya's long tease and denial, Tom began coming almost immediately, screaming out his climax as he emptied what seemed like a gallon of sperm into her wetly sucking mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, her tongue moving expertly against the underside of his cock. Finally, she had sucked the last of the come form his spasming cock and she pulled her head back. She smiled up at him, the false professional smile of a well-trained whore. "Thanks, baby," she said. "Hope you liked it..." Tom hung his head. "Can we just go now?" he mumbled. "Sure," Dupree said. "Amy needs to rest up. We filmin' tomorrow and she needs to look her best." "Filming?" Tom said. "What do you mean?" "Amy's lil' tapes are selling like hotcakes," Dupree said. "She practically a movie star." "You...you you're SELLING them?" Tom yelled. "All over the Internet, Tom," Tanya broke in. "She's even got her own website now." "Come on, slut," Dupree told Amy. "Can't keep those fans waitin'..."